Upon entering our church sanctuary last night for our annual Thanksgiving Eve service and pie social the above quote was on the overhead and I liked it.
I love this day of Thanksgiving, and strive to have an attitude of gratitude all year ’round. There is much to be thankful for everyday.
“Enter his gates with thanksgiving; go into his courts with praise. Give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good. His unfailing love continues forever, and his faithfulness continues to each generation. ” Psalm 100: 4-5
I met Jemma last week. Jemma is an eight-week-old golden retriever. My friend trains service dogs for Helping Paws, an organization with a mission of
“Furthering people’s independence and quality of life through the use of Assistance Dogs.” One facet of the organization trains dogs for veterans.
It matches veterans with service dogs believing that the dog can significantly change the lives for the better for veterans with a variety of post traumatic stress symptoms. My friend took on this challenge for the first time a few years ago and her first assignment was Atticus, another golden retriever. She trained him tirelessly, with blood, sweat, and tears for two years. She fell in love with the puppy and two years later gave him up for the greater good, the new duo: veteran and dog who are now inseparable. Atticus is making life so much better for one young man. I am in awe of this ministry my friend pursues as she willingly takes on another challenge with Jemma. It will be another wonderful journey to watch unfold…watching this adorable puppy grow up to be a service dog.
Light, Space, Zest, that’s God! Psalm 27:1 (The Message)
We return often to visit one of our local favorite parks, Big Woods State Park. It is always a welcome sanctuary. To be outside, in open spaces and natural light, enjoying God’s creation fills me with joy and… zest! Here are a few photos I took today on our hike at a park we enjoy during all of Minnesota’s seasons.Colorful!
Funky.
Space.
Zest (and ice)
As we drove away from the park there above us, perched on a high tree branch, was an eagle, bidding us farewell and, I think, enticing us to come back again.Light.
A surprise came through inter-campus mail Tuesday afternoon… a hand-made wooden pen by an employee who sent it to me as a thank you gift for helping him with his concert tickets. He loves to make pens out of reclaimed wood from different areas of campus…my new pen is from Skoglund’s original gym floor where the Christmas Festival performs. In his note he said, in part, “the place you find seats for so many people.” I have admired his pens but never thought I’d be the recipient of one. I was thrilled, overwhelmed and grateful for this delightful surprise on a Tuesday afternoon.
Time for another peek at our grandchildren living in Mozambique Africa. And coming Spring 2017 we will have our newest grandchild! Our oldest son and wife are expecting their first baby. We’re so excited.
I love this photo of Ezra looking so relaxed and happy and ready to carry on a conversation with you!!! The photo was taken off Skype.
This photo of beautiful Zoey was sent by her mom, taken in Mozambique. She’s growing so fast.
We visited a Minnesota State Park that we have not been to before. Minneopa State Park near Mankato has a lot to discover. It has a two tier waterfall with a drop of about 30’+ on the second tier. I didn’t know before we went but the word Minneopa comes from the Dakota language which means “water falling twice.” I like that! It is a beautiful waterfalls. Some trails take you down to the base of the falls. It was fun to explore although it was very crowded as there were many people out on a beautiful Saturday in November enjoying the unusually warm weather.
The park also has a bison herd. We did not see any on the drive along the fenced in area where they roam. However, the road took us to an old historic wind mill, Seppmann Mill, built in 1862 and completed in 1864, by a German immigrant for the purpose of grinding grain into flour. Originally it had cloth sails which, of course, no longer exist, but the base of the windmill made of stone is very impressive. The Seppmann Mill is on the U.S. Register of Historic Places.
It was a fun day making all these discoveries, in a “new to us” Minnesota State Park. On a side note, we saw a little boy who was getting scolded in sign language. It was clear what was happening and it was so interesting to watch as we walked by this silent exchange that “spoke” loudly.
My new glasses arrived…and I’m thrilled. After eye surgery in January, a different prescription, and deteriorating lenses, I wasn’t seeing very well out of my old glasses for several months. After struggling to pick out frames (always hard to do) I ordered them last week and picked them yesterday – less than a week later. Immediately when I put them on there was a noticeable difference! My vision is so sharp and clear. It is a gift to have access to good medical care and to be able to order new eye glasses and I don’t want to take it for granted. I am grateful.
Only one thing…I’m noticing some dust in the house…
I enjoy reflecting on the trail a conversation takes…where it begins and how it flows…A conversation this week took me down memory lane…
I was visiting with a woman at church and we were commenting on the unusually warm weather in Minnesota for this time of year, November. She mentioned she remembered the Armistice Day snowstorm on November 11, 1940. I asked her where she was that day and she said she was at Young-Quinlan Department store in downtown Minneapolis…she had caught the last streetcar home and she was grateful to get home safely that night.
I told her I have a memory from that store too. My aunt, who never had any children of her own, liked to take her nieces on special, one-on-one dates. This happened in the 60’s. She would often take us to the Young Quinlan store. Auntie Ag loved nice things and liked this specialty store – it was always special time. But what stands out most is the elevator (and my friend guessed that would be my memory.) There was an elevator operator who wore white gloves. She would open the elevator’s door and gate and let you on and off whatever floor you wanted. My aunt had no idea this would be my memory from our dates but they are sweet ones none-the-less.
The store went out of business in 1985 but I read online there is a Young-Quinlan store museum and it might be fun to go for a visit.
The building was designated as a local landmark by the Minneapolis Historic Preservation Commission in 1988 and is located on 9th and Nicollet.
Yesterday I left work a couple hours early to enjoy the unusual warm temperatures for this time of year. We decided to go for a bike ride and headed to the new section of the Cannon Valley Trail to start our ride. The sun was shining and the trail was smooth and there were several people out enjoying the 70* temperature in November, in Minnesota. It’s fun to see the landscape without the leaves on the trees although there are a few stunning trees still showing off their brilliant colors. We saw two deer along the trail. We reminisced about a ride we took in February, my first winter bike ride in Minnesota. Again, the weather was unusually warm and we were tooling around on our bikes in February. That’s a good bicycle season – for me. I know there are many folks biking all year ’round!
My dad was a carpenter and built our house in a “brand new neighborhood” in Northeast Minneapolis in 1953, the year I was born. Everyone in the neighborhood was new to the area and many lifelong friendships were formed. My mother and Diane’s mother (my recycle birthday card friend) was one of them. I wrote this poem when Darlene died in 2013. My mom died in 2009.